A Tight Hard Slap

I travel in time and space
with visions of the light
like boucing a ball defiantly to the ground
for that reaction in tenor
and the sweet lust of sensing oneself,
mind in a rythmic method
the windmill moving on,
is midnight in a perfect world.

soil put to justice,
SOLSTICE AND THE MOMENT BEFORE
burning ephemeral,
bellies,pride on fire
and there I faltered,
failed to look at the Sun in its eye.
for the moments which could have been,
Mea Culpa!

The worst life is an orgasm 
thats unfolds in reverse
I forgot,
that greater the obstacles,
brighter the glory of the fountainhead
that the sadness of the lone flute
is followed by rustic triumphant strings
Mea Culpa!

The clock ticks,
I didnt.
Mea Culpa!

but todays a new day, self!
tomorrows a new night
but tonight I shall kill myself
and arise from the ashes.
tonight, many paths
join and diverge
with the march of madness
which shall awaken the spirit
like the rapid brush strokes
of a painter who has got the vision,
that ephemeral glimpse of his perfection
That moment of joy,
realization of spirit
realization of I. I am.

I am!
I am!
I am!
and I shall never forget that.

Thunder Roads

When the sky turns violet
and the waves hit you high
the crescent hides behind clouds
on a slow, mellow night
you could do with a friend to get you by.

Its all coming back to you now
all welling up in the still of the night
oh how you are trying to be strong
but I wanna be the one man
on whom you can always lean on.

The image of your pure smile
is forever etched in my mind
I have but imperfections to offer, bare
But one day, I'll get there
to comfort thy heart to leave it all behind.

Through the eyes of experience
we came this far, smiling albeit bruised
living in moments with the ones who care
and following the one star in the lone sky
till the end of the cruise.

Turquoise

My heart is set free
when I sojourn the sea.
I experience a deep calm
reminiscent of a buddist monastry.

Sun and sky fuse together
subtly amplifying the damp splendour,
invoking long-forgotten peace and humility.
With dewy eyes me surrender.

Nature at it's powerful best,
oozing life root to crest,
and that one beautiful moment,
uncover's the innocent child's zest.

That hidden melodious white noise,
blended in the beautiful turquoise;
seducing, and tempting me in,
carefree dive, loss of poise.

One

The distant echoes
of the withering shades
of light approve.
A chilly wind caresses
the wounds of the soul.
silence.
satisfying silence.
yet, hints of whispers propagate.
the sands of time
stop flowing, but
the time has come.

velvet and satin
numb the pain
the tormenting journey
from the humane,
to the soul
shall herald the return.
the return to innocence
The destination is
eternal, tranquil, perfect.
The realms of perfection
must be explored
because it results
in One.
Let me be One.

The Moon, The Sirocco, The Andulasia....Loneliness

A dimly lit road stretching beyond vision,
'Tis taken with hope of an uncertain destination.
The dull sky and the chilly, grey night
licked their lips in anticipation.

The winds watched curious at first,
then ready to pounce, to quench it's thirst.
"Tell your tale" it asked before striking.
For it too was, in a state of solitude worst.

Thus began the tale of broken pride;
Of the wisps of loneliness lurking beside.
There was no stopping or turning back now,
With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

"A dream enchanted me, I followed the urge
to go over the top and on the verge (of)
devoting everything to it, but losing it later;
And here I am, only peace within - I search"

"My being, my memories, my hopes are gone.
I am that bird whose wings are torn.
The spirits and shadows mock at my loneliness;
As I drudge on this life, waiting for dawn.

"I have an empty heart and a numb mind
All I cared for's lost, nothing will you find"
And so saying he walked away beyond horizon,
leaving the echoes of a bitter laugh behind.

Kashmir

The water, breeze & snowflakes blend into pictursque perfection;
creating a roslin elixir that overwhelms my senses.
The tranquil aura, in its majesty incites fluid emotions,
seducing me to shed worldly masks;
Its realm of purity - humbling & rejuvenating the soul.
as we sail through the night, exploring the leisurely water,
I notice, her eyes have that glint -
the sparkling reflections off the pearly dew on lotuses,
blessed by that erotic crescent.
Life is beautiful, and Kashmir is Heaven.

BOOM

Everything changes in that one Goddamned moment.
The machiavellian smoke rises, carrying away my aspirations.
Whatever remains of her face is burnt ashen, beyond recognition
Those innocent, restless eyes are painfully inert.
I see her intestines coming out & vomit on the lotuses.
A baby cries nearby, bathed in red & black.
it looks at me for help, as it's life fades in obscurity.
But I am numb, beyond pain. I can't move a muscle.
I shed a tear knowing it's pleading eyes will forever haunt me.
Ihate this place. I hate it's creator. Kashmir is Hell.

The Eyes Of Truth

As the blood trickles from my limbs, 
with cries of pasion and agony, 
flooding my thoughts, my perspective, 
painting dreams and aspirations, 
every drop, an unanswered question, 
my soul confronts me. 
I have to answer to my self. 

A promise turns into obsession, 
obsession into madness 
and madness into awakening. 
The head has risen, it shall not bow again. 
Watch as the aura of truth spreads; 
a new dawn in every metro and ghetto; 
watch its face as it stares u in the eye, 
watch the storm rise and witness the power! 

I am drunk in the spirit of life, 
addicted to the high; 
I have started liking the pain of wounds 
for it only makes my will stronger, 
unstoppable. 
Giving me the drive to be someone, to do something, 
To rise. To awaken. To fight! 
I am life. I am the future. 
I am knowledge. I am power. 
I am the Youth, and I am ALIVE!

Adieu

The clouds are out to shower me.
The falling drops empower me
to let go the pain I hold
a million drops, a million stories untold
they whisper in my ear
soft melodies I hear
I feel light, and it's windy
burning candles within me
As I follow its beam
greeted with a bouquet of dreams
the ocean is deep
with mysteries to keep
the boold flows freely
the night is breezy
my spirit soarsin the sky
I'm tranquil inside
from up there, its a beautiful view
I love you all, I'll bid adieu.

Mercy Killing

The darkness beckons the demons of the cerebral
pervading my thoughts with un-asked-for intrusions
they haunt me with glee, dancing till eternity
I need freedom.

I am beyond your earthly interventions
and that netherworld lures me incessantly
why should I hold back this realm of possibilities?
I want to let go the pain.

I reminisce about what I went through so far
and I know I am not going anywhere
there's only needles between here and heaven
my ship awaits.

MERCY KILLING! KILLING!
KILLIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG

Dune

I have to take one more step 
my destination beckons me 
and I must remember it 
for if I falter, I shall lose 

the desert scorches, the oasis invites 
there are bound to be mirages 
though pleasant, they hinder me 
the chilly wind helps me stay alert 

one most step. 
I cant afford these games.

Good Night

Half closed eyelids, damp eyes,
the last thoughts of the day 
slowly caressing you into peaceful sleep,
you slide into the shelter of your blanket
your own little haven of innocence
as you lay there in a fetal position,
pure.
lucid streams of colours
fill your mind with dreams
interweaving fragments of your life
and you lay there, free from worries of the world
with a half smile on your face
the hair draping over your face
your feet sliding against satin
every turn you make
the heart cringes out of fear
and tries to reach out to your being

I can keep looking at you for an eternity
thy natural and sublime form calls me back
but I must go back to my stark reality
and so I wish you, good night.

Human Touch

Enveloped in memories, these stray strands of hope I clutch
cocooned from reality, I play with these sweet still illusions
and it seems gallant to keep wishing, reminiscing...
but will no one heed my voice or my search
when all I seek is a little human touch

A hungry heart, a few dreams and aspirations
I look up to the Lord, for strength and guidance
Going through changes that I understand not
I ask questions knowing some answers may hurt
because all I seek is that human touch

Now that I realize, the same sun will never come back
I will kiss every ray, and pray for you to shine forever
dont leave me in darkness, I'm surviving on "reflections"
forgive but dont forget, but atleast dont regret
and please know that all i need is that human touch

I swear by the heavens above,
...know that all I need is a lil bit of trust

Moment Of Truth

I sense weakness in the heart, 
everybody appreciates pathos while the spirit is asleep from the start 
the beginning of chaos, how can a mind get used to living in boundaries- 
propagation, condemnation, intellectually numb, no thought provocative 
no prerogative for answers how will you listen to my questions 
what is the point of pursuing a goal if it isnt nigh unattainable 
a goal that is encoded into a system not unlike programming a machine 
yet one worships engineers of regression, taking the bait of faith 
a slow metamorphosis which on close prognosis reveals a stale state off late 
a disillusioned mind is all it takes to destroy the rusting norms of social acceptance, 
the concept of material prosperity cloaks the unrest of the heart 
and if the doors of perception are cleansed you'll realize we are all in chains of our own forgery. 
like a grand saga of an unsung hero, one attaches self importance to one's impotence 
dreams are a dime a dozen, its the execution that releases you my love 
live on!

Inconsequential Moment

Behind all those incosequential moments of life, when i reminisce over life, as everything plays back in reverse in my mind, theres a glimpse of light that reveals a moment that is there yet out of reach and i want to surge ahead on that thought. To explore that path of innovation and self attainment where i glow from within like a shooting star on its way to liberation. I glow for my sake and for yours, i glow for that one moment which cures the human limits and the world becomes still so that i can keep going ahead into the realm of light. I shall see what lies beyond my goal and life; i shall free all bonds and perceive the morning and the night...and life. I am that lilting rythmic piece of music weaving a tale of sadness, love, achievements and the epitome of humane aspiration.

Behind all those inconsequential moments, theres still a moment left thats pure where i dreamt of you. I'm still looking at a kaleidoscopic view of various ways to express you. The beat progresses into the idea, the idea into the message and the message hopefully into imprint. The voice inside is alive again, singing a new tune of hope. I want to see beyond the world-lust, and let the mind be free again as it soars ahead of time, ahead of this cell and into the realm of freedom. Theres no dearth of chains and its manifestations that hold back the words in my mouth but then there is also you. I glow for me, for you and for the world to watch as I shine one, dream on, live on into the hearts and minds of those that believe.

The drops of crystal purity trace their way back from the waters to the rivulets on my skin as I un-dive from the sea of life, the splashed water sheds its true colours and gets back into orderly waves from a splash, I am in air again, on my way back to the land as the feet slowly touch ground and the sun rises back from the water into the sky which gradually turns golden from a deep purple. I open the closed eyes trying to capture the vision and its impact, the thoughts regress from the sea to the moment before that, the smile before that as my mind wandered over another inconsequential moment when my illume spread over the skies like a shooting star...

Midnight In A Perfect World

theres a rythm about the breeze, 
a sweet bliss in the fullness of the silence
meekness, sweetness, 
my heart has been painting of late, 
my eyes have been dreaming, i'm swaying to the dance of life
a voice, a new instrument in the symphony of my life is weaving elating music
speaking soothing words into my ear, 
tempting me and then fading away, leaving behind a blush
a moment like a sudden gush of sensual wind in the scorching sun, 
its like the spirits of the earth have smiled, 
soothing the senses like cool water splashing on my body; washing away all anguish
i feel fresh, like the first wet lucid stroke of a beautiful vision on a blank canvas
slow, mixing potently into a deep color,
deliberate, oozing streams of pure bliss flowing into the depths of soul
and spreading into my veins, exuding through the pores
calm.
I am immersing myself into magic; slowly, slowly, slowly.

Going Through Changes

Why are you not well?
There a world outside waiting to be seen
THe colors of life are still fresh in your canvass
Just let go whats holding you, and be free

Every rose has its thorns
but the thorns never mar its beauty
And I know life is never fair
It gives you a chance to show who you are

All that was bitter, all that was unfair
is destined to go away with time
Just live life day by day, and know
where you stand, we've all been there

Do you really have time to be sad
when you could be busy being happy
because deep deep down you know it
those who love you are still here

Life is but a few choices
Stand by the ones you've made
and its your choice to be what you are
u can be happy, just choose to be.

Everybody changes, thats how we survive
And it aint always such a nice thing
But believe in what is true
it will still keep us all alive...

Eternal Painting

She floats
between the truth and
the world of hope
that is her own
she charms, she smiles
with a twinkle in her eye
and the sunlit path
is the way towards her

She's gentle
satisflying my innocence
with intelligence
blended with patience
in a slow, sweet
concotion

The prophet of life
she leads you on
to play this game
dancing it away
with sad pleasure
caressing my wounds
ever knowing th truth
she makes me wonder

A beauty subdued
unaware of its bloom
she spreads the aura
of the whispering winds
blessed by the moon

She reminds me
what purity could be
with songs that wake
my spirit
I am myself
now as I stand today
facing my reality
she makes me wonder 

How To End The World

(a leaked manuscript.)


find nuclear scientists in middle eastern countries.
cut off hands of their children unless they divulge sensitive details.
repeat above step to get lots of money.
raise puppet governments there with that money to get work done.
make a WMD
brainwash youths to end their lives in the name of stupidity.
blow up a sensitive area.
watch as the world burns in the aftermath.

T.H.I.R.S.T

Thirsty! So fucking thirsty!

How my mouth waters,
looking at time flow like a waterfall
in slip-streams of laughing, laconic, esoteric moments.
And then nothing.

Immune to vinyl scratches, and that warm mellow sound
that delicately extricates the life out of your life.
So thirsty for that full-metal boom bap
that vibrates the ear-drums like I fear none.

Reminiscing on dreams and sights in snake-like nights.
Ha! Snake hearts and scarred charmers! Vice-versa!
Once... when all it took was one venomous look!
Thirsty for that melodrama.

Sipping crisp wisps of illusionary orgasms.
Burning in the flames of consumerism.
Exhaling smoke from my nostrils.
Loving, living and writhing within them toxic tonsils
Thirsty for that fucking happiness.

Thirsty for a Thumbs-Up,
Thirsty to hate something with meaning,
Thirsty for a piece of chaos,
Thirsty for that peace in chaos,
Thirsty for the answer.
...Life! You bitch!

Decoding A Dream

At a certain confluence
of streams of fluid moments,
like purity distilled by time,
I sat by the gushes of vibrant life.
I had vivid visions of all that is good
and as I looked on, I smiled
at none in particular...

The mist filtered sunlight kissed the earth
melding into an oasis of a soft shade of gold
revealing a landscape of rustling leaves
wooed by gentle winds that accompanied
the opulent orchestra of roaring waves

the understatement of splendour
but accentuated its majesty, 
where spectators were one.
Art speaketh in hints
when u look over horizon,
while looking within.

Amidst this surreal clime that celebrated life itself,
pausing the reflections off the wet ephemeral crystals,
adding meaning to elements with a sublime apparition,
came a thought
with the strength of the dense surrounding trees
that preserved the only path to innocence,
and with the solidity of the will of one
who is awakened by the lust for life!
The culmination and convergence of all,
the golden foliage, glistening dewy eyes,
the smell of salt, the smell of earth,
the sensation of slow deep warm breaths,
the realization of the inexplicable,
was the thought that
you smiled back at me.

Metamorphosis Of A City

A city in metamorphosis,
emphatic skyline exuding triumph 
or is it misinterpreted prophecy
transgressing worlds in nanoseconds
moonshine subdued with windowdrapes
how will the diamond shine without light?
self inflicted wounds, chinese democracies
the baby sleeps under a neon sun
favours flavoured with anterograde amnesia
man playing devil 
in a city under metamorphosis


Nobodys laments
the age of innocence, 
plundered by perverts
man maketh, man breaketh
its mirror bears legacies 
soulless reflections
of the former self
the quiet spirit
chained in monasteries
brooding hypocrisy
the smoke evaporates gleefully
in between heartbeats.
an aftermath of lewd peace 
due to a loss which nobody laments.


Hope is the pill for the escapists
death is the gift for the realists
but worst of all is the cocooned civilization
where nobody laments the metamorphosis of a city
as it chokes upon misunderstood dreams,
and all hope dies, slowly, slowly slowly...